On the way home, Zhuang Jia sat in the car and looked at his phone.

- Maybe he was on the plane and didn't see the message.

When she got home, she sat alone on the couch, still staring at her phone.

- Maybe his phone hasn't been turned on yet, and he hasn't seen the message.

She changed clothes, drank water, went to the toilet...... No matter what you do, don't dare to let your phone out of sight.

But why?

Why didn't he call? Flying to Jingzhou for two hours at most, what the hell is he doing now?!

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Shen Xinru dragged her tired figure back and saw Zhuang Jia on the sofa in the living room.

She didn't care, and said casually: "Don't play with your phone all day long, go to sleep quickly." ”

Zhuang Jia was silent.

Shen Xinru didn't care about her anymore, went back to the room by herself, changed clothes and removed makeup for a while, and when she came out again, she found that Zhuang Jia was still in her original position, motionless.

"Jiajia? Go to sleep. Shen Xinru walked over with a frown.

When I got closer, I found that my daughter's face was full of tears, and I was surprised, and then I looked at the mobile phone in Zhuang Jia's hand, and the text message sent by Zhuang Jia was displayed in the chat box: Let's break up.

Is there anything else Shen Xinru doesn't understand?

"I'm waiting for a call." Zhuang Jia muttered, "He may have just arrived in the field, and his mobile phone is out of battery again, so he didn't see the message......

"You can find a mobile phone charging machine anywhere at the airport, how can there be no power?" Shen Xinru snatched the phone from Zhuang Jia's hand, and deleted the contact list in it without saying anything.

"If he really has a heart, no matter how far and difficult it is, he will come back to you, if he doesn't have a heart, you don't have to wait!" Shen Xinru threw the phone to Zhuang Jia and said coldly, "Go wash your face, and then go to sleep." ”

"Mom......" Zhuang Jia found that Yu Yang's name was missing from the contact list, and her eyes were even redder.

"I'd rather you cry because you're getting old and ugly than see you cry for a stinky man! Now go back to my room and sleep! Shen Xinru said.

Zhuang Jia bit her lip, and tears fell down.

She knew she was unproductive, but what to do? She just likes it, but she can't bear him.

When others fall out of love, she can easily comfort each other, there is no grass at the end of the world, and men are all over the street. But when it fell on me, I realized that it hurt more than digging out my heart and lungs!

Zhuang Jia returned to her room, put on an eye mask, and closed her eyes to sleep.

The tears flowed uncontrollably, mixed with the essence on the eye mask paper, and soon became a mess.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, feeling in a trance that she was not sleeping, but waiting, waiting for him to pronounce her death sentence......

……

The next morning, Zhuang Jia woke up.

The sunlight shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains, and the golden pillars of light were fluttering with fine dust, and the surroundings were silent, giving the illusion that time had condensed.

She walked up to the mirror and looked at herself.

Even after applying the eye mask, the eyes are still red and swollen unsightly, but you can save today's eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara.

The phone didn't move all night, even if she deliberately turned up the volume to the maximum, lest she couldn't hear it when she fell asleep, and still no phone rang.

subconsciously helped him make excuses, it was greed and reluctance.

But to continue, to deceive oneself is to deceive oneself......

From yesterday to today, no matter how busy the day is, it's time to call back.

Or, after seeing the message, he acquiesced to the termination of the relationship.

Or, he thinks that Jingzhou's affairs are more important, and he will come back to explain after dealing with them.

Regardless of any of the above situations, Zhuang Jia felt that there was no need to continue......

Reason and emotion, like a flying horse galloping in different directions, tore her whole person in half, bloody and painful.

Zhuang Jia looked at the mirror, took a deep breath seriously, slowly exhaled a long breath, and adjusted it repeatedly.

It still hurts.

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